Adopt A Grandparent

Adopt A Grandparent

Hi Everyone!  A month ago, I had a major career change and I switched companies so that my family could have some amazing benefits.  I have had a lot of health problems and I figured that if I was going to be in networking marketing, I might as well be part of a company that will actually help us get better!  I absolutely love Arbonne and we are so blessed to have the opportunity to share it with others.

Last Wednesday, the most amazing thing happened to me.  I have a very high goal of adopting 60 grandparents and had big plans to go around town getting donations.  Please watch this YouTube video for the whole story and email me if you are interested in Adopting a Grandparent! It is only $25 to adopt and it pays for each grandparent to have a package of Arbonne products (hand creme and lip balm).  I will wrap each present by hand and write them a special handwritten note.  Most importantly, I will be spending the day loving on these amazing people!

Please donate today!  Deadline is November 30th! I still need 52 Grandparents adopted to reach my goal!


Thor-ry For The Delay!

THORwatermark THOR2Watermark

I have been struggling with this design for weeks now! Finally, the Son of Odin has made its way to ZeroFrizzThirty on Etsy.   Most of the items will be done in the Classic Comic Book Colors.  Even though I prefer the more modern look of the gray muted logo, it doesn’t make for impressive jewelry.  Anyhow!  Let me know what you think and be ready for these items to hit my store!

Be Happy & Be Happy For One Another


After 3 weeks, some “Teeny” fallout from my last post and a lot of prayer, I’ve decided to write a follow up to the “You’re Only As Free As You Allow Yourself To Be” post. 

To begin, no one should ever assume that I’m being passive aggressive or posting things to hurt people that have hurt me.  That’s not my style and my friends and family know that if I have a problem with anything, I come directly to them.  I’m just NOT a passive aggressive person and I have no agenda to use my blog as a weapon.  I write passionately with intense feeling because that is what is REAL.  I’m very transparent about my life.  How could any of my readers understand the GRAVITY of my revelations and victories if they don’t understand the INTENSITY of my pain and hurt, my faults and weaknesses? 

I write my posts as though the people that have hurt me don’t read them.  They might and I have very strong opinions about this unhealthy behavior, but I write as if they won’t.  I am going to write freely. I will never mention these people by name or give details about their identity, but I’m not going to let my FEAR of these people (who have a history of unhealthy behaviors) dictate to me what I can share with my friends, family and followers.  I wont let their intimidation and emotional manipulation determine how I live my life anymore.  I will protect their identity, but I won’t let my fear keep me from talking about what I’ve learned.  My blog is a place for me to communicate the things on my heart and to help others positively!  I don’t use my blog to hurt people.  It is a place for me to be transparent.  It is a place that is healing for me.  If you confess things openly you are more likely to have your moments of repentance and victory stick!  So I’ll try, with everything I am, to keep to the things I’ve confessed to do.

For clarification, my previous post is about me.  If you read it a second and third time, that is really the only conclusion you can come to.  My feelings are filled with regret, hurt, anger and grief but what it comes down to is this… The only person I can change, is me.  I made decisions to change myself and how I view my trials.  Rather than be upset about those who have hurt me, I can just move on.  They obviously have and that’s great.  What an AMAZING revelation that was!  Everyone deserves to be loved no matter what they’ve done.  It really doesn’t matter how I’m feeling.  What DOES matter is that I choose to be free from these feelings as well as the people that have invoked them.  I choose to forgive and move on with my life.  I choose to let these people be happy and be happy for them.  I choose to let go.

I now have healthy relationships with some of the people I refer to in my posts.  They know that some of the things I mention may refer to things that happened between us.  Fortunately, we have repentance and healing, and our relationships are healthy and encouraging.  They have changed and I have changed.  The past is in the past and trust has been restored.  They understand that I don’t dredge things up to make them look bad and they know I will protect their identity.  I’m practicing my beliefs and the things I’ve learned from wise people when I’m navigating difficult situations and difficult relationships.  I have a healthier life, restored relationships and overall general happiness because of it.  The evidence reflects that I’m definitely doing something right.

So!  The last post was a celebration for a major victory in my life to be shared with people who want the same thing in their life.  This post is for anyone who may have misunderstood.

P.S.  If anyone doesn’t like what I have to say or doesn’t agree with me, that’s completely understandable.  We are all so different.  I do ask that you utilize discretion and refrain from taking it out on my family and friends.  They really have nothing to do with my personal feelings.

Thanks!  Hope you all have a beautiful, stress free weekend! <3 

Invisible Baby, Comin’ Through!


Every now and then my husband requires the family vehicle to drive to his occupation where he can make the numbers for our bank account go up, so we can buy Om-noms for our tummies.  Which leaves me with the responsibility of walking our tiniest offspring to his Preschool where he begins to learn about those same numbers which will help feed his little pack of humans, someday.

This walk is pretty brutal in Arizona during the summer months, so I don’t do it.  I just DON’T. But now that fall has arrived is was a chilly 70 degrees at 6:00am this morning.  By the time we left the house at 7:45am it was already 79 degrees.  Dang, Arizona heats up fast!  The Preschool is only 1 mile from the house, which is was a 15 minute window to contemplate whether I should leave the stroller there or not.  I mean, it would just be stupid to walk an empty stroller back to the house only to walk the empty stroller back to the preschool in less than 3 hours.  However, when I got there, everyone else was taking their empty strollers with them.  I knew I couldn’t leave my stroller behind.  I was going to have to walk that little ‘b’ all the way home. The long lonely walk of awkwardness.

Thankfully, I’ve been blessed with a sense of humor.  So when I rounded the corner to see a bunch of teenagers waiting for the bus I knew I was in for some fun.  You see, teenagers are notoriously and unnecessarily serious… and dramatic… and teenage boys are the worst when it comes to smiling or laughing.  I pushed that empty stroller right into the midst of them and said, “Excuse me.  Pardon me.  Invisible baby, comin’ through!”  One teenage girl openly laughed!  I couldn’t believe it!  My plan to make a teenager smile had been a success!  The others smirked and one kid looked at me like I had just farted in his face, but in the end.  I made a teenager laugh today.  Not too shabby, Jennifer, not too shabby.

Next week, I should rig the stroller with a floating hat.

You’re Only As Free As You Allow Yourself To Be

That moment that you see the person you blocked (because they ruined your life) popping up in everyone else’s posts and you remember they aren’t actually dead… they’re only dead to you.
I’m being fairly silly here but the reality is this….WOW! I’ve really cleaned up my life. No more toxic people. It’s gotten to the point that I barely think about these people at all! The above realization is actually pretty comforting because when you set healthy boundaries for you and your family, you will begin to experience joy. REAL JOY! And that peace that surpasses all understanding? Yeah, you begin to get that too.
At first, it stings a little, because no one else seems to care that these people have left a trail of bloodied bodies behind them. Even though these people do horrific damage, others still love them and care for them. They laugh with them and act like they didn’t just spend the last 12 years making someone’s life a pure unholy hell. But the point is this, life goes on. Toxic people are incapable of being loving, yet they still require love. We all deserve to be treated kindly and if I cant do it, then its good that someone else can. Truly, we all need love and compassion.
Even though we cant ask others to stop being friendly to those who hurt us, we can ask the people closest to us for the following…
-Please don’t talk about the person in front of me until I’m ready
-Please don’t engage in behavior with that person that allows them to hurt me by way of you (i.e. liking their Passive Aggressive posts, engaging in gossip, entertaining slanderous conversations)
-Please tag the person so that I don’t see those conversations (don’t just write their name in your post)
-Please respect that I’m hurting and working on healing and forgiving
The last two and half years have been the absolute happiest of my life!!! I don’t think it’s coincidence that once I cleaned out my life and my Facebook account of toxic slanderous people, that I began to experience real Peace.
Don’t be afraid to set healthy boundaries! ITS NOT YOUR JOB TO MAKE SOMEONE ELSE HAPPY! Dont worry about caring “for” those people either. Some of you may feel bound by the obligation of caring for that abuser because you’re the only one who will. There are 7 billion people on this planet, I think there are enough people to help that person without you having to do it. You are only as free as you allow yourself to be in this regard.
I’m still working on myself and I don’t have to be torn apart for the sake of someone else’s willful disfunction and destruction. Whether these people are friends, family, acquaintances or the check-out lady at the market…free yourself if necessary. And help protect others who are being abused by avoiding being manipulated by those who would hurt them.
Thanks for all your love and support! I’ve come a long way and still have a way to go. I’ll get there <3

Dwelling Places in Uganda


I’m very excited about a charity event that Victory Worship Center is hosting for Dwelling Places in Uganda.  Be prepared.  I’m going to be flooding the internet with information about this organization and how you can be a part of something amazing!

“Dwelling Places is a Christian non-governmental organization dedicated to removing children from the streets, rebuilding families, and restoring broken individuals with the love of Jesus Christ.  Dwelling Places works to rescue, rehabilitate, reconcile and resettle street children with their families. We speak out for children at risk – informing, motivating, and equipping families and communities to promote positive change in Ugandan society.”

Our Mustaches, Bowties, and Pearls Event will be a night filled with music, fine desserts and fellowship.  We will be holding a silent auction to raise money for Dwelling Places and we will be focusing on Child Sponsorship.  There is a special Children for Children corner where we will be selling art work created by our local kids to help raise money for the children in Dwelling Places.  You can purchase tickets on the Victory Worship Center Website. (click here)

As I’m writing this, my 4.5 year old son comes up to me and asks, “Mom? Mom? MOM? I’m right here. Can you look at me? I’m right here.”  Wow, I cant even stop writing to look at my son? I can’t believe how selfish it is for me to ignore my son and consider that there are more than 10,000 children on the streets in Uganda who don’t have a mom to bug.

I stop typing and look at him, “Mom, I just want to be with you. Can we cuddle?” Again, wow, my son isn’t whining or complaining or being ungrateful.  He just wants to cuddle.  I stop everything to scoop him up in my arms we spin in my desk chair, kissing him every full turn. We laugh and giggle.  I am completely blown away right now that God would use THIS moment, during THIS blog entry to illuminate once again why THIS is so important!

There are children who are living in the worst conditions, suffering the most horrific abuse, and don’t have a mother to “bug” about cuddles.  This is what Dwelling Places is all about!  Giving these children the love they absolutely deserve.

Will you please consider helping this organization?  When you sponsor a child, you are giving them hope!

Click Here to sponsor a child today!!!

Still Not Your Mom

This. Just. Happened…

(phone rings… I answer)
Me: Hello? Hello?
Girl: Mom. I need you to bring my homework. I left it on the kitchen counter.
Me: Um, I cant bring you your homework becaaaauuse… I’m not your mom.  Im sorry, but I think you have the wrong number.
Girl: (pause) Mom! Don’t be mean.  Just bring it to Mrs. #####’s class.
Me: Still not your mom.
Girl: *click* (hangs up)

So I decided to text her.  That’s what a nice person does, right? *teehee*



Apparently ]p0 = emoji of mouth sticking tongue out with spit

My 4.5yo steps into the role of “John”


More Tongues Being Stuck out…

I might check in on her later. You know…being a nice person and all. (sticks out tongue pppp)

(Posted on Tumblr as well)

“That’s Not Nearly Enough Wonder Woman”


Yesterday my son was talking to me about Scribblenauts Unmasked.  Scribblenauts is an amazing PC game that allows the player to engage in the story.  The player writes words to aid the hero in accomplishing his goals.  It’s awesome… like animate Mad Libs.

He was describing the different things he had unlocked when he paused thoughtfully.  “There’s only one Wonder Woman level…. That’s not nearly enough Wonder Woman.”

I couldn’t believe my ears.  He proceeded to tell me the story was too short and was far too easy, which left him feeling disappointed.

SEEEEEEEE?!?!?!?!?!  Even a 7 year old gets it.  He actually understands the importance of women in literature and media.

I think it’s pretty spectacular that my son has a desire for strong female character story lines.  In a world and educational community where boys aren’t encouraged to like “girly” things, my son stands confident.

Here’s the thing…we don’t really “talk” about or complain openly about these kinds of issues.  We live by example.  We live a life that reflects the love and respect of God.

Let me address this from a Creationist perspective.  There is quite a bit of propaganda out in the world, but we don’t force that down our kids throat.  We use the Bible to guide our lives, which shows our kids what is good.  God created woman.  She didn’t happen by accident.  She was created.  Remember that God said it was NOT good for man to be alone.  That didn’t mean that woman was created because He didn’t want man to be lonely.  Adam walked with God in the garden.  How can you be lonely when God is with you?!  It wasn’t “good” because Adam only reflected part of God’s character.  God had to create another person that engendered the other aspects of God.  That’s how we are created in his image.  Creation wouldn’t have been complete without Eve!

Women are relevant.  Women characters and GOOD story lines are not only relevant but necessary and I’m proud that my 7 year old son understands that.   <3

The Serendipitious Nap

My dad is standing on the  far left.

My dad is standing on the far left. Whoever took this picture was obviously partaking in the festivities. LOL

Naps are not known for their chance to provide a person with big life moments, so I’m surprised by a fairly fortuitous one. During my nap yesterday, I had a dream about my deceased father that was so real and was SO TOTALLY 1989.  My father and his bowling buddies had won a huge national bowling tournament.  Their embroidered bowling jackets smelled of smoke and cheap beer and my dad’s comb-over was typically askew.  The whole league listened as they announced that they were going to follow their dreams and go PRO.  I could even smell the oil on the lanes!  When I started to wake up I thought “I forgot that my dad is alive, why do I always think he’s dead?”  Then reality settled in “Oh, wait, its the other way around.”  I have this confusion nearly every time I have a dream about him.  Normally, I’m not saddened by this.  It is what it is.  But this time, I felt it.  It was unpleasant and a bit disturbing.

INSERT IMPORTANT EXPOSITION:  On, Father’s Day, I had a huge revelation about mourning my father and wrote a blog entry entitled “You’re Not Really Gone”.  (You can read my blog entry HERE.)

My 4yo came in and his cute little voice cheered me up.  I reached for my phone and the first thing I saw was a TWEET from James Hance, a very well known artist of Geek Culture, and it totally made my day.  He said “@ZeroFrizzThirty “You’re Not Really Gone” was a beautiful read <3″  Talk about serendipity!  He had tweeted that to me while I was having that dream.  I kid you not!  I was in the middle of that dream when he tweeted it and I saw it as soon as I awoke.  I was instantly reminded of that Father’s Day revelation and was moved that a person I respect and admire would give me such a lovely piece of encouragement.  He really made my day.

I believe in God and that He cares about the little things.  He cares deeply and I am grateful.

James Hance can be found on Facebook at Relentlessly Cheerful Art by James Hance and on Twitter @JimJeroo  He is, in my opinion, one of the best artists of all time (not an exaggeration) and he is genuinely a great person.  His art will lift your spirits!

He sells original artwork on Etsy too. <3


You’re Not Really Gone

This Is the First Fathers Day since you’ve been gone that I’ve really felt your absence. I’ve often wondered why I don’t miss you as much as other people miss their parents that have gone. Why don’t I cry when I think of you? Why don’t I fall apart? How is it that I keep on going without tripping over my sunken heart?

Then it occurred to me. Just now. Sitting at the breakfast table, looking at the wide and beautiful Wyoming view in front of me, it occurred to me….. You’re not really gone. You’ve never really left me. All of the teaching, the fun, the discipline, the laughter and the love are inside of me. I carry you with me every day and listen to your words moment to moment.  
It was this day, Dad, that I realized that I can’t mourn a man who is still alive. Happy Father’s Day, Daddy. I love you!
With Love,

Your Punkin

P.S. I’m in good hands.


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